He slowly opened his eyes,
his senses feeling heightened than ever before.
A crow swooshed above him, cawing
Masking the soft twitters of hidden sparrows.
Plump leaves rustled,
As the wind fondled his cheek.
His gaze fell upon the forever beaming sun as it set.
Like a phoenix gracefully fluttering through the air,
Blurred with hues of red and orange,
The Sun glowed,
curtained by clouds with scattered vagueness,
All the while the sky blushed timidly.
He was entranced, wholly.
All moments faded and in his vision, the setting sun
Seemed to twirl in circles the more he looked.
When he looked away,
Among the vivid phosphenes,
the world became tinted pink and green.
He closed his eyes for moments,
and the world turned a pleasant blue.
His hands gripped the balcony bars,
yet his lips curled into a small smile.
For he could now finally breathe,
and be ordinary,
For the Sun had graced him.
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When A Bud Blooms | Poetry
Poetry[COMPLETED] "As I see visions of me escaping this wretched reality, the hidden path behind me that I travelled a moment ago disappears, and the bridge readies itself to once more daunt. Through moments of such hesitation and doubt, oh pray, let me f...
